Disclaimer:
Not my world, not my characters, all hail Joss Wheedon and M.E.

Summary:A pwp to answer Red Wulf’s challenge on
the Bloodshedverse. The gorgeous banner was made by the talented Selene.

GOD BLESS ST.
VALENTINE

By Slaymesoftly

“Buffy,” Anya
asked with a quick look around to see who else was listening.“Have you seen this article?”

“What article is that?” Buffy asked idly.She was bored to tears with sitting
around the Magic Box, just waiting for night to fall so she could go “patrol”
with Spike.Now that she’d given up
pretending she wasn’t ever going to repeat their “bringing down the house”
performance, she allowed herself to anticipate their time together.And this afternoon she was definitely
anticipating.

What with night shifts at the Doublemeat Palace, Dawn’s
temper tantrums, and Willow’s sulking about Tara, she hadn’t been able to visit
his crypt in several nights and the lack of Spike sex was making her antsy.

“Let’s see it,” she said with more interest than she felt,
holding out her hand to the ex-demon.Anya looked around carefully, then whispered, “Don’t let Dawn see it.”

Buffy cocked an eyebrow at her and pulled the paper where
she could see it.One look at the
title and she also glanced around quickly before hiding it in an open book.

“What the hell—” she hissed.“Where did you get this, Anya?”

“Off the internet.You can find many amazing things there if you know where to look.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, but couldn’t resist opening the book
to glance over the print-out.The
title itself spoke volumes about what kind of site Anya had been on when she
found it.“How to give great head”,
the Slayer muttered to herself.“Who needs to know something like that?”

In spite of herself, she continued to read, becoming more
and more interested as the article told about ways to practice the techniques
as well as possible positions that would make it easier to take a whole penis
into your throat.She smiled to
herself when she remembered Spike’s hissing appreciation of what she could do
with her enhanced vaginal muscles and wondered how he would feel about her
doing the same thing with her mouth.

The arrival of the rest of the Scoobies, and Spike himself,
had her thrusting the paper back into Anya’s hand.She tried to control the flush that she
could feel coming over her as the sexy vampire came into the room.Telling herself it had everything to do
with the temperature in the room and nothing to do with her imagining how it
would feel to put her mouth where her mind was going, she deliberately looked
right at him.Unfortunately, Spike
chose that moment to shed his coat and stretch his lean muscular body, sending
her eyes directly to the bulge she could see in his tight jeans. She turned her
burning face away immediately and tried to calm her raging hormones.

Spike finished stretching and stared in Buffy’s direction.
He looked at her curiously, wondering what had sent her heart skittering so
fast and the warm blood flooding her face.His nostrils twitched as he scented her arousal and he lifted his
eyebrows in surprise.As a rule,
her only response to him when her friends were around was profound fear that they
would suspect something.

He settled back against the wall, content to be in the same
room with her for a while.The
Scoobies sat around the table, indulging in a desultory discussion of where
they should go that night to celebrate Valentine’s Day. With the only actual
couple in the room being Xander and Anya, the Bronze seemed the best
choice.Even Anya wasn’t foolish
enough to say that dateless Dawn and Buffy wouldn’t feel so out of place there,
but everyone knew that was the reason.

Spike ground his teeth in frustration when he saw the
expression on Buffy’s face.

Sod it all. I
could give her the best Valentine’s date she’s ever had, if she’d just let
me.Know that’s not gonna happen,
don’t I?She’ll sit at home by
herself before she’ll let me treat her like my girl.

For once, the astute vampire was wrong about Buffy’s
thinking.While he made himself
miserable thinking about how much she hated him – when she wasn’t
shagging him silly – Buffy was actually mulling over the way he was able
to make her want to be part of the world again.

It’s
Valentine’s Day.What if I gave
Spike a special treat?What could
it hurt?He deserves it for all the
times he’s been there for me. Whether I wanted to beat him up, cry on his
shoulder, or jump his bones.He
never turns me down and he never asks for anything in return.

She was perfectly capable of denying to herself that the
only things Spike wanted in return were public acknowledgement of their
relationship, and her willingness to actually call it a relationship.

She sat up straighter as she reached a decision and was soon
putting on her jacket and heading for the door.Without anyone noticing, she had slipped
Spike a note that said simply, “On my way to your crypt.”

He nodded his understanding, and also put on his coat and
headed for the basement.He slipped
into the sewer tunnels that allowed him to go all over Sunnydale in the
daytime.He was a little puzzled
that Buffy would want to take the time out of her day to come to him, but he’d
missed her the past few days and wasn’t about to tell her no.

I
should do that, one of these days.Make her see that she wants me as much as I want her.Make her admit it or stay away from me.Maybe I’ll do it today.If she’s been missin’ the Big Bad enough
to walk out on the Scoobies to be with me....

He laughed at himself as he approached the back entrance to
his bedroom.Sending Buffy away
just wasn’t on his horizon and he knew it.He was still trying to convince himself he could do it when he entered the
room and found Buffy wearing only her lacy thong underwear and waiting for him
on his bed.

His unneeded breath caught in his throat at the sight of her
toned, golden body, but at the same time the little bit of pride he had left
was angered at her easy assumption that he would provide what she needed, when
she needed it.

Taught her
that, haven’t I?Never given her
any reason to think otherwise.

He approached the bed slowly, slipping off his coat as he
did so.

“To what do I own this little bit of afternoon delight,
pet?” he asked with a smirk.“Got
bored with your little friends, did you?”

Buffy blushed and wondered if she would be able to go
through with her plan.

“I... it’s Valentine’s Day, and I thought... I mean... maybe...
if you don’t want to....” She started to reach for her clothes, embarrassed
that he didn’t seem as happy to see her as she had expected.

He sighed and quickly moved to stop her from picking up her
shirt.

“Ah, Buffy, love.You know I always want you.It’s just... just once I would like for us to leave at the same time,
you know?Together.Wouldn’t have to announce what we were
goin’ to do, jus’ let them know...”

He could see her face shutting down and the refusal getting
ready to fall from her lips.He bit
his lip and squared his shoulders as he let go of her arm.

“Right, then.Not an option.Got it.”

They remained where they were for a long uncomfortably
silent time before he gave in and sat beside her on the bed.He began to run his fingers down her
bare arm, smiling when she shivered under his touch.

“Alright, then, pet.What did you have in mind?”

He toyed with her silky hair and leaned in to kiss her pouty
mouth.As the kiss deepened and her
warm tongue wrapped around his, he fell back on the bed, pulling her with
him.When her hands began
unfastening his pants before she even took his tee shirt off, he quirked an
eyebrow and asked, “What’s this, love?A little anxious, are you?”

Not meeting his eyes, but blushing furiously, she continued
to focus on unfastening his belt and unzipping his jeans.

“Want to try something,” she mumbled.

“What’s that, pet?”

“It’s... I just read... I thought maybe... I might... if you
didn’t mind...”

.

“Spit it out, pet.If I didn’t mind what?”He
cocked his head and tipped her chin up to meet his eyes.

“I... I want to try... something.Something I read about.I don’t know if I could do it, but I
thought maybe... And, you might... like it.I mean, the article said you would like
it.... You like it when I... but this is different... and – maybe you
won’t want to....”

Her eyes looked everywhere but at him as she babbled without
actually saying anything.

“No!” she huffed in frustration.“I’m just telling you I want to try
something... new.”

“Oh, you’re tellin’ me.Well, that’s more like it.”His voice dropped it’s teasing tone and he seriously toyed with telling
her to forget it and get out.Then
her warm little hand pulled his cock from his jeans and she slid down so that
her hair was brushing his stomach.She studied him for a short time, running her fingers up and down his
shaft, playing with his foreskin until she could see the precum begin to leak
out.

When she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock as
though he was a lollipop, his head dropped back and all thoughts of kicking her
out were gone.

Right,
then.Next time, I’ll tell her to
get out.Maybe not this time. Let’s
just see what she... ah!

When her hot, wet mouth came down over the head of his cock,
his hips arched up and he couldn’t suppress his yelp of surprise.He could feel her smiling around him as
she seemed to be exploring him with her tongue.

She tried to hold his hips still with one hand, but as she
continued to run her mouth up and down, trying each time to get his thick
length a little further into her throat, he was moving with her.Buffy stopped for a second and looked up
at him with annoyance.

“I’m trying to do something here.You need to hold still or I’ll never get
it,” she scolded.

“Get what, love?I really think... Bloody, buggering fuck!”

Buffy had gone right back to work, and finally succeeded in
getting her mouth down far enough that she could feel the head of his cock
touching the back of her throat.She swallowed hard against her gag reflex, and struggled to keep him in
deeply while she practiced moving her throat muscles at the same time.

Spike’s fingers were buried in the rumpled quilt on the bed
as he tried to keep still enough for Buffy to set her own pace on him.She came up for quick gasps of air once,
then immediately went back to her task, this time sliding his wet cock right
into her throat.When she started a
rhythmic swallowing, the vampire gave up and allowed her to bring him off with
her tongue and the enhanced muscles in her throat.

Buffy felt him jerk with the force of his orgasm and she
swallowed more rapidly as her throat filled with his milky spendings.Just when she was sure she would pass
out from lack of air, she felt him relax and she pulled her mouth off with a
gasp of relief.She rested her head
on his stomach for several minutes, replenishing her oxygen before she spoke.

“So,” she began almost shyly, “Do you think I was doing that
right?I was supposed to practice
on a banana first, but I—”

“I’ll kill any banana you do that to,” he growled, sending
vibrations through the cheek that was against his stomach.

Buffy giggled and raised her head to look at him.

“It was okay, then?I wasn’t sure... I mean I never... well, not never... but not like
that... and would you say something, please?Anything to make me stop babbling.”

He pulled her up against his body and kissed her until the
words stopped flowing.

“I love you, Buffy Anne Summers,” he murmured into her
mouth.

She froze in his arms.As always, the reminder that their bedroom activities meant more to him
than recreation put a damper on her good mood and she stopped talking
immediately.

“Knew that would shut you up,” he said ruefully. “Gonna
scamper off now, then, are you?”

He tried to appear unconcerned, but his arms unconsciously
tightened around her as he waited for her response.He exhaled in relief when she gradually
relaxed against him and let her head fall onto his chest.

“I wasn’t finished,” she said with a bit of a pout in her
voice.

“There’s more?” He tried to keep the eagerness out of his
voice, but failed completely, bringing on another giggle.

“Well, yeah.I
mean, you’re so big....” She paused to swat his chest when he smirked in cocky
agreement.“There’s supposed to be
some better positions that would let me get all of you... or almost all of
you,” she added, looking dubiously at his rapidly swelling cock, “into my
mouth.”

“ ’M all yours, pet.Jus’ tell me where and how you want me.”

Buffy raised her head and looked at him intently.“The instructions said I had to be able
to trust my partner, or I could be....”

His expression darkened briefly.“Well,” he said as lightly as he could
manage, “guess that could be a problem for us, eh, pet?”

Their eyes remained locked on each other for tense seconds
until Buffy shook her head and said very softly, “I don’t think so.It shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

His heart swelled with relief and joy as he struggled to
remain casual.

“No, my love.It
shouldn’t be.I will never let
anything happen to you.You have to
know that by now.”

She nodded her head against his chest, then sat up and said
with more enthusiasm than he’d seen from her in a long time, “Okay, then.Here’s what I’m going to do.”

She turned herself around so that she was facing his now
completely recovered cock and licked the tip of it several times.Her position put her round rear end and
lace-covered crotch almost within reach of Spike’s mouth.Just as he leaned forward, intending to
rip her underwear with his teeth, she moved the temptation out of the way as
she leaned forward to push his jeans down his leg.He quickly kicked them off, then peeled
off his tee shirt leaving his pale, smooth body naked on the bed.

As Buffy leaned to push his jeans down, her chest rubbed
over his cock and he hissed at the contact with her warm body.He couldn’t resist pushing up into her
so that he was cradled between her perfect breasts.He hooked his fingers into the elastic
on her panties and pulled them down her legs until they couldn’t go any
further. She quickly swung her left leg over so that he could pull them the
rest of the way off, then brought it back to the other side of his body.

She moved back up, letting his cock slide out from between
her warm breasts until her mouth was once again poised over it.Again, she ran her tongue up the sides,
blowing cool air on the moist trails she was leaving.Then, breathing out air that had been
warming in her lungs, she once again enveloped the head of his cock with her
hot mouth.

Spike grabbed her thighs and pulled her now dripping quim
toward his face as he felt her open her throat again and take him in.Before he could do more than run his
tongue over her waiting clit, she had flipped them both over so that she was
lying underneath him, his cock nestled in her mouth.As he lowered his face and inhaled the
intoxicating scent of her juices, he understood why she needed to trust him.

While he had no need to breath and could spend hours with
his face buried in Buffy’s quim if he so desired, she did need air.And with his weight pushing his cock
down her throat, he could easily cause her to run out of oxygen if he didn’t
pull out occasionally.

He reminded himself not to get so carried away by the
incredible things she was doing to him that he wasn’t aware of her needs as he
gave himself over to the sensations she was creating.From the new position, he could easily
pump in and out of her mouth, groaning as her throat muscles clenched around
him each time he entered her.When
he would pull back, Buffy’s cheeks caved in as she sucked hard on his cock,
pulling even more blood into it.He
pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on it in rhythm with his strokes down
her throat.When he could feel the
fluttering in her thighs that indicated she was about to come, he let her mouth
coax him into release so that he slammed into her at the same time that she
arched up into his face.

Her throat muscles milked every last drop of semen out of
his captive cock and he collapsed on top of her as came.Immediately, he remembered that she
couldn’t breathe with his cock down her throat, and with a whimper, he pulled
out of the heated wetness that was Buffy’s mouth and rolled off to one side.

For seconds they lay side by side, her head resting on his
thigh, his pressed up against her soft hip.Buffy was taking large gulps of air in
an effort to make up for the lack of it during the past few minutes.When she felt she could move again
without passing out, she squirmed around until she was face to face with the
vampire.

He pulled her next to him and began absently stroking the
silken skin on her tanned arm.Buffy had one leg thrown over his, her arm was across his stomach and
her head rested under his chin.After a relaxed silence in which their bodies rested comfortably against
each other, Spike kissed the top of her head and said,“Tell me again where you learned that
little trick, pet.”

“I told you, I read it somewhere.Something Anya had with her this
morning, actually.”

“Gotta love the demon-girl,” he sighed while Buffy
giggled.“So you didn’t practice
that anywhere, huh?” he asked carefully.

She sat up indignantly.“No!I told you! I... Didn’t
you believe me?”

“Yeah, I believe you, love.If I didn’t I’d be tearing this town
apart looking for the man you practiced on.”

She looked at him with a hurt expression.“Why? Why would you be looking for
him?Didn’t you like it?Didn’t I do it right?”

“Don’t be daft, Slayer.Of course I liked it.I just
wouldn’t be able to stand the thought that you’d... Never mind,” he finished as
he remembered that he had no right be possessive about any of her body parts.

To his surprise, instead of getting angry at him for his
possessiveness, she snuggled next to him and whispered, “I would never have
been able to be that... open... with anyone else.You’re the only one I trust that much.”

Spike was embarrassed by the lump that immediately rose in
his throat and the tears that threatened behind his eyes at her words.

“Bloody hell, pet,” was all he was able to choke out without
humiliating himself.He pulled her
into a tight embrace and buried his face in her hair.He remained like that, inhaling her
scent and struggling to gain control of his emotions.